Sunflowers bloomed.
They romp like a fiery Khmer horse breaking through the stars.
It was the end of the harvest season, the beginning of the solar new year, and the moment when a second impact story booked almost all the flights to the Bali Assembly.
On the first day of the Khmer New Year, the approval of a requested reallocation enabled the Water Boy to partially settle monthly liabilities.
The security guard's wife burned slowly, a lighted incense dissipating into ashes of mediocre characters and inferior adaptations of a Bali Workshop that were blessed with bottled sanctified water from an ecopark of reheated pork barbecue.
Virak Vanabat (Balahibong Pusa)
On the second day of the Khmer New Year, the exchange rate for Year 5 was unveiled.
Sarah's obsession with ramen was ignited by a second pilates session, 10 hours to a vigil where more pork barbecue were reheated for charity by Joyce's and Margaret's interpretation of her.
Vearak Loeng Sak (Warat)
On the third day of the Khmer New Year, the public market was inlfitrated from the rear through the narrow alleys of Bakal 3 where Rica and the deities were cleansed by Joyce and Margaret.
San Sebastian was not martyred with arrows but clubbed to death, most probably a few days before the Chinese New Year.
San Sebastian is venerated by by the Ironman and the Bakal 2 Hiking Society as the patron saint of morning walkers who goes to a goto stall for a haircut at the cost of a chicharong baboy pack and two plastic platters of oily menudo.
The Khmer horse was unrestrained, all international flights were booked, a renedezvous at the San Sebastian Church predicated the Sunday Market.
In the virtual universe, travel taxes and imigration cards go through electronic gates...
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